Mehak of Punjab

A travesty: that’s the only word I can use to describe it. With a couple great places and a bulk of mediocre places from which to choose on Devon, why would anyone ever go here? Here’s the scoop from an insider: if you’re going to a South Asian restaurant and the only patrons consist of a few scattered white folks, keep walking. I remember I BEGGED the people I was with (who weren’t desis) to pick a different place, but they all wanted a buffet and that was the only one we could find after lunch time on the strip. After looking around, and at the «food» they were serving, I thought to myself, «OK, I’ll just have roti, dal, and some achar — I mean you can’t mess that up.» All I’ll say is that I was dreadfully wrong. The rotis were like papards, and the dal had too much tumeric in it, thus giving too much of that earthy, gritty taste. My friends, who failed to take similar precautions, had it much worse though indeed… In this instance, I think the appropriate translation of «mehak» would be «stench.»